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tain. He was certain. But without thought—he did not
know why—at the long instant before his finger drew the
trigger to the guard and the blunt, frayed flame leaped from
the muzzle, he had lifted his arm a little toward the pale-
ness of the sky. He saw the answering bursts ahead of him,
and reeled with the impact. Lying on the ground, he fired
once more, almost spasmodically, without concern for direc-
tion. He tried to pull the trigger again, but could not. Lying
there, while the solid ground lurched and heaved beneath
him in a long swell, he drowsily heard the voices down the
slope calling emptily, like the voices of boys at a game in
the dark.